When they were ten, Xuan Yuchen stood with his hands in his pockets and his chin tilted slightly upward, putting on a haughty air that couldn't quite hide his curiosity. He told Bian Shuyi, "From now on, I'll look out for you in this alley."
When they were sixteen, Xuan Yuchen gently ruffled Bian Shuyi's hair, then leaned close and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "From now on, I won't just look out for you. I'll love you, too."
When they were twenty-three, Xuan Yuchen said to Bian Shuyi in an almost indifferent voice, "Shuyi, let's break up."
When they were thirty, the urgency in Xuan Yuchen's voice threatened to spill over, and even his breathing turned ragged. "Shuyi, tell me, do I... do I still have a chance?"
